21 C and all is well...
Actually, it's bloomin' hot.
Thought I'd be clever today and run 5k on the old railway line (now a cycle track). Other half has the morning off so in a complicated 'shifting people around' series of drop-offs we all (me, OH and the little one) got into the car, he dropped me off near the start of the route and then took the little one to nursery.
In theory, I could have beaten him home. He dropped me at quarter to nine, and wouldn't be home until twenty past (pushing it, but I should only have been a few minutes behind).
Ten minutes of arguing with my phone later, attracting odd looks that I ignored as I rebooted the damn thing, I finally set off.
I had forgotten about the road I needed to about a km in, but thankfully remembered just in time.
So, foiled by technology at the start and now feeling a little panicky, I plodded on. I'd be home after the other half - that was now certain, I had no illusions about suddenly breaking into a sprint. I ran past the water sports centre, surprised a rabbit (which momentarily hopped along with me) and saw no-one for the whole 5k other than the quarry workers (who didn't bat an eyelid as I ran over the bridge cutting their quarry in two).
I arrived home to brioche and fresh coffee.
The man is a legend.
He's now out doing week four, I should probably put the kettle on and then get back to work.